Anyway, I'm heading off the Bay at around 5:30, and lets just say, I got stuck trying to get off at the landing at the Bay, behind some folks who were trying to get off too. In the end, if it wasn't for a guy with a 4X4 with contractors Ad on his back window - Mr. T with a 821-(something number), I'd still be there. I owe him a phone call and a load of thanks!!
There's more to this story than what's here. I'd really not like to thank the guys I was fishing with, and one of whom I've know for many years, for his lack of help, even after a couple of cellphone calls. I guess I should have known that Rye was a better friend.
